The realization hit me like a freight train, and I say "The Realization" with vigor, stress the syllables, let it shine from your tonsils, let it carry all the weight of a boxcar with its implications. The realization as I will forever call it came to me like the feather in Forest Gump. It landed on my shoulder at the bus station one morning with all the wistfulness of an atom bomb. I WAS boring. I WAS lonely. I WAS working a dead end job. I was part of a sitcom of my own doing. Ryan's words were on an egg timer and the heat in my head was ready to shoot out of my mouth and spill out on the cement.
As I walked back to Ryan's house I pondered the similarities of Donald and I. Donald had probably lived out most of his life in the back of that pond with that gimp leg of his. And now he was dead. (incomplete)
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Man Up
General FictionScott decides he needs to make some changes when he realizes how boring and careful he's been in his life.
